So many chances to see what lingers

In the dark

So many gateways and discoveries to be made

In the dark


How fascinating

The dark

So incomprehensible

The dark


I want to learn more

About the dark

I want to find more

In the dark


And as I move away from my telescope,

Late at night

I think for the hundreth time,

Space programs need more funding.

This poem is about: 
Our world


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